My oldest daughter is my "Peach". We nicknamed her this before she was even born. At some point early in that pregnancy, I read that my baby was the size of a peach, and the reference stuck.
Peach is a funny girl; a thinker; a textbook "first born". She also seems to be a cat poop magnet.
Our neighborhood is overrun with stray cats. No yard is safe from their lurking presence or their "presents". A couple of years ago, some girls from church stopped by to watch a parade with us. Peach had a ball showing them around the house and yard. As we left the fenced yard to go watch the parade, I realized Peach had cat poop on her shoe. Not wanting to embarrass her, I held her back, and quietly informed her of the problem. She proceeded to yell, "Hey guys! I stepped in cat poop!". So much for discretion :)
Fast forward to this evening. Boyd and I sat in the yard while our children rode bikes, played bubbles and sidewalk chalk, and frolicked around in the grass. A beautiful evening, in both weather and sentimentality.........Until Peach walks up and I get a whiff of her new Disney Princess flip-flops. This time I didn't worry about keeping it quiet. I just said "Girl, you need to check your shoes! I think you stepped in cat poop". She did, and she had. So, she ditched the shoes and avoided the suspect area of the yard.
I didn't know she had retrieved her flip-flops from next to me, until some time later when she said something about wiping her shoes on the flowers (a peony bush next to the house). I said "What do you mean you wiped your shoes on the flowers? Why would you do that? You mean you wiped the cat poop flip-flops on the flowers????????????????????" She simply explained that she was trying to make her shoes smell better.................. :) Kids are too much fun!